It turned into a last minute decision to go to Paris for the day last Sunday. I debated back and forth for a while since I had already been to Paris and the train tickets were quite expensive. I knew I wanted to go back,since Paris to date is my favorite city in the world. I talked to Justin and we decided that since I wasn’t able to make the trip to Scotland I should just go to Paris.
There were three of us set to go bright and early on Sunday. Cassie, Alexis and I made it to St. Pancras station with enough time to grab breakfast. We tried to order celebratory mimosas, but we were told it was too early for alcohol. Huh?
The train ride was uneventful and once again I slept through most of it. I was able to wake up just as we went under the english channel though. I tried not to think about it, because the idea of being in a tunnel under water is kind of terrifying.
When we arrived to Paris we were greeted by men dressed in military uniforms equipped with large machine guns. Since it isn’t something we often see in America it made some of us a bit uneasy. After fiddling with the ticket machine for far too long we did end up seeking them out for guidance though. Luckily, one of them spoke fairly good english and we were finally able to get out of the station. We were down to about 5 hours to spend in the city and knew we had to get going. Prior to leaving we decided what we wanted to try to accomplish. We hoped we’d make it to the Eiffel Tower, Arc De Triomphe, the Louvre, Notre Dame, and the Sacre Coeur.
Our first order of business was to find the Eiffel Tower. Of course it isn’t that hard to find, but there are parts of the city where you can’t see it. Once it was located we stopped for some photos.
|Paris, My Love|
|Cassie & I at the Arc De Triomphe|
We strolled down the Champs-Elysees for a bit until we all decided we were very hungry. We stopped on the Champs for lunch and ended up having the worst service of our whole trip. Our waitress eventually just never came back and we actually had to seek multiple people out so the rest of our meal would come and we could then finally leave. We lost a significant amount of time. Luckily, the food was good. However, the service left a bad after taste especially since there is already a stereotype that the Parisians aren’t the friendliest people.
|What Happens When it Starts to Pour and the Wind Picks Up|
|Trying to Enjoy All The Rain|